#eskel x damien

[anonymousblueberry]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eskel/Damien de la Tour (The Witcher) Characters: Eskel (The Witcher), Damien de la Tour (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Game-Canon Eskel (The Witcher), Post-Blood and Wine (The Witcher 3 DLC), Imprisonment Summary:

A kiss... in secret.

Geralt isn't the only one to be punished for Syanna's death, and while Dandelion greases the wheels of politics, Eskel makes a risky trip to see his lover.

Oh hey look I finished a fic!

[justhereforeskel]

First fill for the @cake-shop-rarepair-bingo 🙌

Prompt: Reading Aloud Fandom: Witcher Relationships: Eskel x Damien Rating: M Content Warnings: Butts 🐺🍑

[between-thepages]

Second Bingo fill for the @cake-shop-rarepair-bingo!

Into Oblivion

Prompt: "But they were both bottoms!" Fandom: The Witcher 3 Relationships: Eskel/Damien de la Tour Rating: E Additional Tags: Sex, Misunderstandings Summary: Eskel has managed to charm Damien into his bed.

[hannibard]

Jaskier in Kaer Morhen be like:

[ladymarinamart]

"You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars" -E.E. Cummings.

[lamburrito]

‘Tis the season of romance

A/N: Decided to post my entry from the last the Witcher Flash Fic Challenge here as well! Rating: T

Words: 2408

Pairings: Hjalmar/Ciri, Eskel/Letho, Geralt/ Damien de la Tour, Lambert/Yennefer, Jaskier/Vesemir

Warnings: None

“This reminds me of when we were kids.” Hjalmar started, a smile on his face.

Yet before he could clarify which adventurous tale of their youth he had just recalled, Ciri interrupted him”Everything always somehow reminds you of the time when we were young, which, by the way, makes you sound like an old man.”

“And here I thought you’d appreciate how many fond memories I have from the time you lived here.” Hjalmar countered, putting a hand on his chest, looking at his fiancee with a sad expression that he however couldn’t keep up for long, as they both started laughing.

They then continued their path through the woods, hand in hand, snow crunching under their feet. Just enjoying the fresh air and the presence of each other.

This was probably a side of Hjalmar not many were familiar with. There he was just happy to exist in the moment, feeling somewhat peaceful and looking full of adoration and love at Ciri. He felt no need to find or challenge someone or loudly proclaim his love, not that he had any qualms about doing so. But he was quite content to just be here, in their little bubble of a moment.

Suddenly Ciri stopped in her tracks. Hjalmar halted too, he was confused for a moment but as he followed her line of sight he saw a moose. The animal looked their way. It didn’t look too alarmed or have an aggressive stance, so Hjalmar doubted they would have to end the day by being chased by an angry moose.

“I’ve actually never seen one up this close.” Ciri whispers, keeping her eyes trained on the animal. Fascinated.

Hjalmar had, on a few occasions. But he had lived his whole life on Skellige, so that had been bound to happen.

“Even when I lived here I only rarely saw one and then they were always quite far away.” Ciri told him, “But I heard so much about them, how peaceful they can look, yet still be dangerous and intimidating. Still, seeing them…there is also something majestic about them.”

“So they are kinda like you?” was Hjalmars conclusion.

He grinned when Ciri turned to him, her eyes wide in surprise at his words.

He hummed. thoughtful. “Yeah, Can look peaceful but be intimidating a second later. Majestic and deadly. Sounds like my fiancee.”

Now Ciri chuckled and shook her head “Such a charmer.”

“One of my many qualities. You agreed to marry me for a reason after all.” Hjalmar said with a huge smile on his face. Whenever he thought about the fact that the woman next to him wanted him, loved him, had agreed to spend the rest of their life as a couple he felt like the happiest man in the world. If his sister knew that she would probably tease him forever about becoming a sap.

“I did, though definitely not because of your skills to charm someone.” Ciri replied, chuckling again.

“I don’t know if I should feel insulted or not.”

“Don’t.” Ciri put a hand on his arm, “I am with you because you manage to make me laugh, make me happy and feel loved. That’s all I need.”

The pair shared a smile and was just leaning in to kiss as the moose interrupted them with a loud call. Surprised and also startled they looked over and saw the animal not looking in their direction anymore. Following the moose’s line of sight they spotted another one, which now trotted over to the first moose.

“Huh.” was all Hjalmar came up with.

“Maybe we should get home.” Ciri suggested with a smile. “I suddenly have a craving for a warm fireplace and comfortable furniture.”

She winked at Hjalmar, who was quick to nod in agreement.

                                                       ***

Eskel stood in the kitchen of the little cabin and looked at the ingredients in front of him. What he was about to make wasn’t necessarily complicated and very fitting to the season, yet he still was afraid to do something wrong. It wasn’t everyday he baked something, even though it actually was a hobby he enjoyed, however, there wasn’t much time to practice it on the path and while he loved his brothers he did not trust their judgment. Especially since Lambert proclaimed his own cooking as masterpiece, while the man didn’t even manage to make a simple dish like noodles taste good and on the other side he had seen Geralt compliment food Ciri had made when she was young that definitely did not look edible.

Eskel shook his head fondly at the memory before he skimmed over the recipe once again, before finally measuring the ingredients.

He couldn’t help but think that was way too much cinnamon. But who was he to judge a recipe he had never tried before?

He was so focused on his task that he didn’t hear footsteps approaching. So when strong arms were wrapped around him he tensed and nearly let the bowl fall out of his hand.

There was a chuckle right beside his ear. “Didn’t know you get scared so easily. Is that the secret weakness of the wolves? Getting distracted by baking?”

Eskel immediately realised who this voice belonged to and relaxed into the arms with a little smile on his face.

“No, I guess just mine,“ he admitted.

Letho grinned.”Even better and pretty adorable.”

Even with all this insisting in the world that Witchers couldn’t blush, Eskel felt his face heat up. Letho was good at this. Making him blush with just a few teasing words.

Letho’s eyes fell on the recipe. “Cinnamon stars?” he questioned, surprised. “I haven't had one of those in years.”

Eskel grinned sheepishly,”Well, I thought this is the perfect season for them and you mentioned a while back that you liked them but don’t want to waste coin on them because they taste best if they are homemade.”

Now Letho looked at him in surprise before his face turned uncharacteristically soft. “You didn’t have to.”

“Of course not but I wanted to.”

“Well, I can’t wait to try them now.”

Eskel grimaced. “Hopefully, I get them right..” Maybe he shouldn’t have told his partner he was basically making them for him. What if they would turn out bad? What if Letho would end up awkwardly trying to tell them they were alright? Maybe that had been a stupid idea from the start.

“You will.” Letho sounded sure.

Eskel looked at him.There was truly no doubt in the other Witcher’s face.

Letho leaned in and pressed a kiss on Eskel’s lips. “They are from you I can’t imagine them tasting bad.” he then stated before turning around and leaving the kitchen.

Eskel felt his face heat up once more.

                                                           ***

Damien wasn’t pacing because he was worried, no matter what the workers of Corvo Bianco may say.

Geralt had only been gone for two days. He had been gone longer before and Damien had not been worried…much.

It was just that it had started to snow and Damien was unsure how far away this hunt had taken the Witcher. What if too much snow would fall and somehow block Geralt’s way back?

Damien had actually looked forward to spending the holidays with his partner. He had taken time off from his job. Anna Henrietta had been delighted and had wished him a lot of fun, with an expression that told him, even though he had never officially told her what kind of relationship Geralt and he had, she knew.

So what if he now had to spend these days alone, while Geralt decided to hunt some monster and get stuck somewhere because of that damn snow?

Even worse, what if Geralt found nowhere to hide from the cold? What if the man Damien had somehow fallen in love with slowly froze to death while he just sat here waiting, having no idea?

Damien was not worried at all.

“Stop making the dog so nervous.” Marlene commented as she passed through the room.

Damien stopped his pacing, taken aback, and looked at the dog in question. Roach-Bark, yes that was the dog’s actual name, no Damien would not let Geralt name any animal that wasn’t a horse ever again, truly looked…agitated.

He sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Sorry, didn’t mean to worry you. You probably want him back home as much as I do.” Damien sighed again and looked outside.

He didn’t know how long he stood there just staring outside but finally he sighed and turned around. He had to keep himself busy somehow, so he would stop making up worst case scenarios in his head.

But just as he had taken one step towards the staircase Roach-Bark suddenly barked and ran towards the window, before barking again.

Hope started to bloom in the Guard Captain’s chest as he hurried to the window as well. A relieved, happy smile broke free as he saw Geralt leading Roach to the stables.

He didn’t run outside, yet his steps were without a doubt faster than normal.

Roach-Bark was right on his heels.

When Geralt spotted them he smiled.

As they reached them, he first bent down to give the dog some good pets. At which Damien did not pout. He wasn’t capable of such an act.

When Geralt finally stood up again and looked at him, Damien didn’t give him the chance to say or do something and hugged him tightly.

The Witcher didn’t hesitate to hug him back and Damien finally allowed himself to relax for the first time today, melting into the arms of his partner.

“Missed me so much?” Geralt teased.

“No.” Damien insisted. “It’s just cold and you happen to be warm.”

“Mhm.” Geralt replied, obviously amused. Yet instead of teasing his partner some more, Geralt kissed Damien on top of his head. “Well, how does a hot bath sound then?”

“Like a good idea.” Damien replied. But he makes no move to let go of Geralt, so they can walk into the house.

Geralt grins wickedly and without warning lifts Damien up, carrying him bridal style.

Startled Damien yelps, which he will argue, he never did. “Put me down, I can walk.” he exclaims.

“And I can carry you. So I am doing it.” Geralt replies cheekily.

Damien huffs. “You are unbelievable.”

“Hmm, it’s one of the reasons you love me.”

                                                   ***

“You know, I could just keep the fire alive with magic.” Yennefer commented as Lambert threw another log into the fireplace.

She was lounging on the bed comfortably. There was a book in her lap. She smiled, teasing, challenging.

“You could also do the dishes with magic, but you still make me do it when you want peace.” Lambert replied and climbed back onto the bed.

“I doubt putting wood into the fire gives one of us much peace from the other.” Yennefer shot back, leaning against the headboard.

“But maybe throwing something into a fire let’s me work off some steam I would otherwise direct on you.” Lambert said, grinning at her.

“Well, by now I know some ways you do that can be quite enjoyable. So I wouldn’t really mind.” Yennefer countered, mirroring his grin.

He chuckled before leaning in and kissing her. She answers without hesitation.

If somebody would have told him that someday he would lie in bed with Yennefer of Vengerberg, that he would fall in love with Geralt’s ex, he would have called them mad and maybe he would have punched them.

But to be fair, for a long time he barely knew her. Just what other people said about her. Until they stayed together in Kaer Morhen, impatiently waiting for Geralt to return with Ciri.

They had a civil conversation. Then another and they noticed they had quite a few things in common and their relationship started to grow from there.

Now they were here, lying in bed together, warmed by the fire. Kissing, touching. Surprisingly soft, unhurried. Feeling at peace right now. Loved.

Of course they had their downs. Explosive arguments. Moments where they just needed to be apart from each other. But they always came back to each other. Not because destiny wanted them to, but because they chose each other.

                                                     ***

Vesemir sat on his favourite chair, reading a book. A hot tea standing on the table beside him. It was a slow, peaceful evening.

As the Witcher was close to finishing the chapter he could hear the door open and a voice call “I’m home!”

Vesemir smiled and put a bookmark in his book before putting it down beside him.

A moment later Jaskier was already entering the living room. His dublet open, his hair a bit of a mess. But he was smiling brightly and was radiating happiness, proudness and a bit of exhaustion.

“Welcome home.” Vesemir greeted him. “I take it the performance went well?”

Jaskier nodded and laid down his lute case on the table. “I had a great crowd today. It was a wonderful evening. Not to mention that I not only made more coin than usual but the food the innkeeper provided me was splendid as well. We should eat there more often.” he told Vesemir before climbing onto his lap.

Vesemir wrapped his arms around him and kissed the side of Jaskier's head. In response he felt the younger man relax and snuggle closer.

“Still, I always look forward to coming home.” Jaskier admitted, a bit quieter.

Home. They had bought a small house in Oxenfurt. They didn’t live here all year. Vesemir still went to Kaer Morhen from time to time and did some contracts when he felt like it, just like Jaskier visited friends all over the continent and gave performances on different courts when he was invited.

But in the winter they could nearly always be found here.

Jaskier teaching at the Academy and giving a few performances in taverns. Even Vesemir was invited to give lectures from time to time. He also helped some townsfolk with repairs,he got a lot of experience after years of doing different repairs in the old Witcher Keep after all. But most importantly they always came home in the evening, could relax in each other’s company. Cuddle or just sit next to each other.

It was wonderful. Peaceful. Domestic. Something none of them ever thought they could truly have. Yet here they were

[anonymousblueberry]

For the kiss prompt.

19 ... for luck for Damien and Eskel pls

🥺

They stand on the edge of the tourney field, Damien decked out in full armour, sword at his side.

It's been five long years since he last did this, five years and a lot of changes, a lot of relearning his body, how to fight. It'll probably be his last year fighting anyway, would be even if he hadn't taken such a long hiatus. He's got no desire to be one of those older knights still trying to relive his heyday in the ring. He probably wouldn't have even entered this year if it hadn't been held in his honour.

"Don't fidget," Eskel taps his finger against his breastplate as he adjusts a strap. "You've nothing to worry about."

"I'd rather not make a complete fool of myself though."

"You won't. You've been training with us, never mind what these fancy boys can do." Eskel leans against him. "You're a warrior, no one is going to doubt that. You've got nothing to prove."

He had a point, as ever. But even after four years, Eskel refuses to play the politics of Toussaint, refuses to acknowledge the precarious position Damien holds . If he makes a poor showing of himself today, his position at court is at risk, and with that, his family.

Not that Eskel would allow anything to happen to them.

"You'll be fine," Eskel tells him, and he nods, steeling himself.

"A kiss for luck though?" He asks with a smirk.

"Always." And Eskel pulls him closer, not a polite, courtly peck on the cheek, but a full mouthed kiss that promises... a lot. It's the kind of kiss Damien could get lost in, but Eskel ends it with a sigh, and a proper kiss on the cheek. "Go show them what they've missed the last few years."

Damien raises his sword in salute and steps back, towards the ring.

[anonymousblueberry]

33, 52 and 10 for the OTP of your choice! <3

(this got a little Luke/Wedge heavy, sorry!)

10. Describe their first date.

If you ask Luke, it was breakfast the day after the Battle of Endor. Wedge vehemently disagrees because grabbing caf and some rations when you're hungover, sore from an inadvisable fuck in the woods and on your way to a briefing is not a date.

According to Wedge, it's about 6 weeks after Endor, on Chandrilla, in some dodgy little tapcaf that they've found, and they make it to the second pot of caf before someone recognises them and they make a hasty exit.

33. Who is the better cook?

Luke. By a small margin. He at least had to help Beru when he was a kid, and while offerings on Tatooine weren't amazing, he can manage the basics.

Wedge grew up on a space station with a crew cafeteria.

Damien... can't cook. Tell him to chop or stir and he'll manage, but putting it all together is beyond him. He grew up with servants and it was never expected that he learn.

Eskel isn't amazing; his sense of smell is slightly off because of the damage Deirdre did, but he can manage fairly well, and he makes excellent bread.

52. Describe their weekend getaway.

Yavin. Before the academy, they go and scope the place out. Mostly they set up a shelter in what used to be the command centre and fuck, and then climb to the top of one of the pyramids and watch the stars and the rings.

Weekends are rare, when they get them they rarely go anywhere, easier to stay and enjoy each others company before they go their separate ways again.

[anonymousblueberry]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eskel/Damien de la Tour (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Lambert Characters: Eskel (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Damien de la Tour (The Witcher), Lambert (The Witcher), Jaskier | Dandelion Additional Tags: Game-Canon Lambert (The Witcher), Game-Canon Eskel (The Witcher), Getting Together, New Year's Kiss, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Summary:

A kiss, and the afterwards...

[anonymousblueberry]

Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Damien de la Tour/Eskel (The Witcher), Damien de la Tour/Eskel (The Witcher)/Geralt of Rivia, Lambert & Damien de la Tour, Lambert/Damien de la Tour (The Witcher) Characters: Eskel (The Witcher), Damien de la Tour (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Lambert (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Pining, Getting Together, Canon-Typical Violence, Threesome - M/M/M, Foursome - M/M/M/M, Game-Canon Lambert (The Witcher), Game-Canon Eskel (The Witcher), Vignette, Polyamory Negotiations, Shaving, Mentioned Witcher Trials (The Witcher), First Kiss Summary:

Eskel and Damien, and Eskel and Geralt come together easily enough. Lambert edges around them, waiting for the fallout, and not wanting to fall for someone too noble and too human. It's going to happen though. Destiny is just like that.

The final chapter is up, and it’s 2k of foursome porn.

I have no regrets.

[anonymousblueberry]

Chapters: 6/10 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Damien de la Tour/Eskel (The Witcher), Damien de la Tour/Eskel (The Witcher)/Geralt of Rivia, Lambert & Damien de la Tour, Lambert/Damien de la Tour (The Witcher) Characters: Eskel (The Witcher), Damien de la Tour (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Lambert (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Pining, Getting Together, Canon-Typical Violence, Threesome - M/M/M, Foursome - M/M/M/M, Game-Canon Lambert (The Witcher), Game-Canon Eskel (The Witcher), Vignette, Polyamory Negotiations, Shaving Summary:

Eskel and Damien, and Eskel and Geralt come together easily enough. Lambert edges around them, waiting for the fallout, and not wanting to fall for someone too noble and too human. It's going to happen though. Destiny is just like that.

I keep forgetting to post this. I'm just cleaning up the last few chapters. 

Written for @continentcakeshop rarepair valentines

[justhereforeskel]

First fill for @witchersummercamp - Tent! 🐺💜🍷

This is a collab with the wonderful @on-a-lucky-tide who has the best Eskel x Damien ideas (o゜▽゜)o☆

Fic avaliable here! Please go give this excellent piece all your love! 💜🙏

Full art on 🐤

[justhereforeskel]

( ﾉ ﾟｰﾟ)ﾉ Yeets self down another rare pair hole

This is entirely the fault of the @continentcakeshop Discord

ily 💜🐺

[justhereforeskel]

Quick doodle 🍷💜🐺

[justhereforeskel]

Whoops my brain slipped 🍷🐺💜

I played with some new lighting, I think the moonlight attempt came out pretty good! (*^▽^*)

There isn't a chance in heck the full version would survive here, so have a crop of totally just Damien chilling in the moonlight nothing more nope (✿◕‿◕✿)

The rest is in the normal place...

[anonymousblueberry]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Damien de la Tour/Eskel (The Witcher) Characters: Eskel (The Witcher), Damien de la Tour (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Kissing, Hand Jobs, Titty Fucking, Oral Sex, Wiedźmin | The Witcher-Typical Bathing, Corvo Bianco (The Witcher), Retired Witchers (The Witcher), Witcher Contracts (The Witcher) Summary:

When Eskel stops in Toussaint for a quiet summer of wine and good food, he's maybe a bit put out to find that Geralt is elsewhere, and he's now the resident witcher. But a contract is a contract, and sometimes a contract comes with some shockingly good company, in the form of the Ducal Captain, Damien de la Tour.